Zombies don't need to rest

The wind blows through the curtains, leaving erratic shadows on the ground.

The office building of the Federation Council is located in the center of Base No. [-]. At this moment, all members of the council except Fan Zishan are present, and Luo Jincheng walks into the meeting room to greet everyone.

When he saw Fan Zishan's empty seat and the green "Agree" indicator light that had been lit up before any discussion, his eyes paused for a moment, and then naturally shifted to the document in his hand.

Clearing his throat, he said slowly, "I would like to share my views on some problems encountered by the Federation recently."

Sun Jicai sighed silently and turned his attention to Fan Zishan's chair opposite him.

Various reform plans for the No. 11 base city have been issued, and even the most troublesome zombie gathering area, the Ninth Street District, has been properly resolved through the zombie conference.

It seems that everything is going well. Just wait a year or two to see the results, and this plan will be extended to all base cities in the entire federation.

However, is this method really suitable for other base cities?

He didn't know about others, but he was really worried about the No. [-] base city where he was.

He also has more than 1000 million zombies there.

Although he didn't have much contact with the zombies, he knew clearly that it was absolutely impossible for the zombies in his city to gather for any kind of conference, let alone sit down and negotiate quietly.

He didn't even dare to gather all the zombies in one district, nor did he dare to let the zombies surround his city directly like in the fourth base city.

Thanks to the fact that most of the zombie factories were in charge of the Federation in the past, otherwise his work pressure would definitely not be as low as it is now.

After looking at the other mayors present, Sun Ji realized that the situation of these people was actually similar to his own.

The most relaxed person is naturally Guo Wen. There are no zombies in his No. [-] base city, so he just needs to find a way to keep his factories and equipment from being demolished.

As for the source of raw materials needed for production, it's not that the people present didn't think about it, but they didn't plan to take care of it.

Such a big matter, of course, must be resolved by the most capable person. After all, the current situation is caused by him, Luo Jincheng.

Anyway, the effectiveness of the reform in the No. 11 base city still needs time to be verified. It has just started to be piloted now, and Luo Jincheng has also figured out a way to solve the federal resource reserve.

Thinking of this, Sun Ji sat back and took a sip of water.

guess what?

I do not care!

Anyway, I'll be retiring in two years, so it's up to whoever has the ability to do it.

After making up his mind to show off, the world in front of him seemed to brighten up.

Sun Jicai's eyes swept across the mayors of the base cities, then turned around the faces of the military representatives, and finally refocused on Luo Jincheng who was speaking.

He remembered that when he was very young, he saw Luo Jincheng on TV as he is now. He didn't expect that he hadn't changed at all in the past [-] years.

Sensing his gaze, Luo Jincheng looked away from the document in his hand and glanced at Sun Jicai, nodded slightly and continued to talk about the current problems encountered by the Federation.

Sun Jicai was stunned for a moment.

I don't know if it was because of the change of mentality, but he felt as if he saw a trace of fatigue in the eyes just now.

And well hidden, crazy?

With a wry smile, he shook his head and took a sip of tea. It seemed that he was really old.

One of Luo Jincheng's most praised qualities is his calmness and rationality of more than 200 years.

How could he be crazy?

Then he heard Luo Jincheng's calm voice: "According to the various problems we are currently encountering, then I think it is necessary to properly abolish some zombie factories. The preliminary figure is 80.00%."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Sun Jicai was coughing violently, spitting out the tea that he had accidentally inhaled into the trachea, and was about to explain, but no one around looked at him.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Luo Jincheng, and Li Hongbo said slowly, "What does the chairman mean to shut down 80.00% of the zombie factories in the federal territory?"

Luo Jincheng nodded.

Li Hongbo asked again: "What about the zombie workers?"

This is the crux of the problem, Sun Jicai also ignored the discomfort in his throat, sat up straight and looked at Luo Jincheng.

Seeing that he calmly took out a page of paper and put it on the table, Sun Jicai squinted and looked at it. The top line read: Fully open the free market.

Below is a very simple two-line text:

1. Except for military materials that affect the security of the Federation, open all markets to all citizens for independent management.

2. Integration107,109,11

Calculating with his fingers, Sun Jicai complained silently in his heart: "It means that from now on, the strongest military force of the Pan-Asian Federation is the Federal Taxation Bureau, followed by the Eight Mecha Corps, right? There are so many troops, what kind of tax do you have to collect?" ? Can’t you just grab it?”

Of course, at this moment, he has not yet understood what it means to open up all markets except for military supplies that affect the security of the Federation.

His focus was still on the upcoming closure of the zombie factory.

80.00% means that more than 8000 million zombie workers will be laid off in the entire Pan-Asian Federation.

Don't talk about an open market, the current market of the Federation can hardly accommodate even students, so how can it accept these 8000 million zombies?

Glancing at the military representatives who seemed to have received the news long ago, a terrible thought flashed through Sun Jicai's mind:

If the zombies really rioted at this time, I am afraid that the weapons in the military's inventory will be consumed somewhere, and the Commonwealth Bank can justifiably collect the high insurance money accumulated in the accounts of the zombies.

He suddenly looked at Guo Wen who was not far away. Could it be that Luo Jincheng secretly instructed the zombie workers to go on strike in Base No. [-] a few days ago?

78 I'm home

When the Federation Council was in progress, the ninth block of the NO.11 base city was bustling.

After confirming the reform plan, the zombies' rest time is over.

The first is that the suspended factories need to be dismantled, and Jiangyang's proposed factory integration and new factories need to start construction.

Although the Federation's ore reserves are in a hurry, there is no shortage of materials needed for construction because there is no large-scale infrastructure.

After Fan Zishan arranged for people to complete the purchase, a steady stream of building materials were sent to the Ninth Street.

The zombies from the entire Windless Tavern came out, leading the zombies who had just been laid off and worried about their future jobs into the construction.

But the development of things was a bit beyond Jiang Yang's expectations.

"Since we have decided to start construction, why don't we just re-plan and expand the entire Ninth Street District?"

This was a question raised by a zombie worker representative during the meeting, because Jiang Yang, through communication with Fan Zishan, allowed the Ninth Street District to maintain partial autonomy to a certain extent.

So, after discussion by 51 zombie worker representatives and voted by all the zombies, Jiangyang's original factory renovation plan has now become the reconstruction of the entire Ninth Street.

The second group of the Windless Tavern is responsible for negotiating with the merchants in the entire Ninth Street, guaranteeing that they will be allocated larger and wider shops after the reconstruction, and at the same time, the Windless Tavern will temporarily fund them to provide them with a part of the lost work allowance.

It took only a week for all shop owners to sign and agree, and now they have left the Ninth Street.

However, what happened next was a bit out of Jiang Yang's control. After learning the news that the Ninth Street District was going to be rebuilt, the zombie workers excitedly found their respective team leaders and signed up to join the construction team.

But the problem is that the number of zombies in the ninth block exceeds 1000 million.

"That means we zombies are the only ones left in the entire ninth block, right?"

Standing on top of the ruins, Jiang Yang asked Dong Quanyun next to him.

As the leader of Group Eight, he is responsible for all engineering issues.

Nodding his head, Dong Quanyun pointed to his feet: "From here to the northeast and out of the city, we zombies are here now, and the relocation work of all new humans has ended."

Jiang Yang silently picked up a stone on the ground, Dong Quanyun didn't notice his strange expression and continued: "I have given our drawings to Li Bing, and she will beautify the design on top of ensuring the functions we provide As for the drawings, we will get the final drawings as soon as next Friday, and we will show them to everyone, and if there is no problem, we will officially start work."

He spoke very vigorously, but he gradually stopped looking at the silent Jiang Yang, and asked curiously: "What's the matter, Brother Yang, is there any problem?"

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and pointed to the zombies who were demolishing a building with their fists in the distance and said: "It's nothing, I just hope you can answer me, when you didn't have any drawings, you demolished this place like this, we're going to Where to rest?"

A representative of a zombie worker who passed by cheerfully was taken aback for a moment.

Looking at the thick dust raised by the fallen building in the distance, Jiang Yang said helplessly, "Why can't we demolish and build at the same time?"

When all the representatives of the zombie workers gathered, they stood on the dusty ruins like a group of dazed groundhogs.

Jiang Yang took out his mobile phone and walked to the side. After more than two hours, he came back and looked at them: "I know everyone is very excited about moving to a new house, but I think we need to control the enthusiasm of the brothers. I just Chatted with Fan Zishan, it's not a problem to mess around like this, bring a map, let me divide the work for everyone, okay?"

After everyone nodded, Jiang Yang found a flat place on the ruins and spread out the map of No. 11 base city.

He took the pencil from Dong Quanyun's ear and drew a circle first: "This is the original ninth block, next to Heping Road in the eighth block and Fuhuang Street in the fifth block."

Going northeast along the two streets is the ninth block, but Jiang Yang's pen did not stop at the current edge, but continued to draw a large block outside, saying: "The area outside the city was originally a military camp and The war preparation area was planned to be used as arable land after the Kunlun people moved away, but because the soil quality of this land is too poor, it has been restricted all the time, and Fan Zishan said that this land can also be handed over to us."

He raised his head and looked at the zombie representatives: "The total area of ​​the newly built ninth block is about [-] square kilometers, and this is the new home I won for everyone."

The scarlet eyes of the zombies were full of excitement, Jiang Yang smiled and continued: "Since we have a home, we need to make good use of it. First of all, we don't need to eat, although some brothers have repaired the taste system and want to Eat some food, but the total consumption is not large and can be solved through purchase, so I am not going to plan the planting area."

There is no objection to this point. The zombies just need life substances, which are provided by the Federation to provide the most basic guarantee, and the rest are extra things.

Jiang Yang drew an area on the map near the river: "We don't need to drink water, but factories need it. All factories, including the new steel factory, will be concentrated in this area. We will help you solve the factory building at that time. equipment, everyone just needs to wait for the start of work.”

After finishing speaking, he took a triangular area near the other two blocks of the base city: "This is the most densely populated place facing the fifth and eighth blocks, and it will also become the place to enter the ninth block in the future." It is an important gateway, so my preliminary plan is to use it as a commercial area, but the specific situation will have to wait for the introduction of the federal policy, so it will not start work here for the time being."

After this triangular area, it is a place that completely belongs to the zombies. Jiang Yang has set aside an area of ​​[-] square kilometers for the construction of a zombie community.

At the same time, various entertainment venues such as zombie taverns will also be equipped together.

And he also took into account that some new humans don't like to live with zombies, and there are many human communities in this area.

But in general, the replanned living area will be more convenient than the original ninth block, and the quality of the building will also focus on solving the problem of floor height and sound insulation, so that these long-awake zombies can rest assured in their own homes. Will not disturb others.

After the pencil in his hand marked out areas on the map, Jiang Yang planned a road. Although the specific details need to be supplemented by Dong Quanyun's team and Li Bing's zombies, there is still a general division of labor.

Jiang Yang looked at the zombies: "We have too many people. I didn't ask Fan Zishan for too many tools. I basically replaced all of them with building materials. I told my brothers that there is no need to save. After this reconstruction, I don't know about the next reconstruction." When is the time, the standard should be as high as possible, and the materials for the demolition of the ruins will be sent to the open space on the south side of the river, and we will first recycle these materials and reuse them in the building.”

After supplementing the requirements and details put forward by some worker representatives, the preliminary planning map has been formed.

Jiang Yang didn't need to arrange the rest.

The worker representatives quickly divided the work by themselves, first dividing the zombies into dozens of production brigades and countless groups, and then dividing them into the construction department and the logistics department according to whether they had work experience.

Finally, as night fell, the Ninth Street neighborhood, still under demolition, looked less chaotic.

Jiang Yang came to the edge of the rolling river, and the demolition work did not need guidance, and the zombies from the entire Wufeng Tavern gathered here.

More than 2 people stood in the open space and watched him.

Under the night, Jiang Yang pointed to the planting area in Jiangbei: "After crossing the river, it is the agricultural production area of ​​No. 11 base city. The downstream direction is the factory area I planned, and in the middle of this river is a The small island with an area of ​​about 130 square kilometers is small and has never been developed, but now it belongs to us."

The eyes of the zombies were bright red, and Jiang Yang said with a smile: "The new Windless Tavern is in the center of the island, and our own research institute will also be built on the island. Brothers, from now on, that island will be ours." home."

The cheers were masked by the sound of the surging river, Jiang Yang turned around and looked at the small island looming under the night.

"Crybaby, I'm home."

79 Sell our surplus guns to the people

Under the night, the black figure leaped deep by the river, and got into the undulating river without a sound.

The zombies on the shore have been disbanded. Before the construction of the island can be officially started, the zombies in the tavern still need a lot of preparation work, and their help is also needed for the current demolition and reconstruction of the ninth block.

Dong Quanyun glanced at the place where Jiang Yang jumped, and he felt that Jiang Yang seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he also had some inexplicable special emotions.

But what he didn't understand was that the zombies in Wufeng Tavern knew that Jiang Yang didn't work and live here when he was alive, and even his hometown was in a plain area nearly a thousand kilometers away.

Could it be that Brother Yang came here after waking up?

Maybe, after a random guess, Dong Quanyun left here with the zombies in his group.

The surface of the river is still full of surging waves, witnessing the vicissitudes of life on both sides of the river.

Even in summer, the rolling river water does not make people feel warm.

Jiang Yang stretched out his hands and let himself sink to the bottom of the water. The cool water poured into his ears, and he seemed to hear the voice of the little girl back then.

"You ask me? I don't know what my name is. I just remember that I was born here. I was very hungry every day at the beginning, but something was pressing on me, and I couldn't go out to find food. Later, I suffered from hunger. No, I'm just singing here, and I don't feel hungry when I sing. Are you like this too?"

"Your eyes are so beautiful, as beautiful as the sun in the sky, can I go with you?"

. . .

"Brother Yang, I seem to remember something, but I don't remember where my home is."

. . .

"I remembered. My name is Wang Changle. I am a third-year student in Jiangbei Middle School. This is my home, but it has been destroyed now."

. . .